Fara paced her office before finally pulling up the video call. She exhaled deeply as she tapped Mr. Sambodo's name. The call connected, revealing Mr. Sambodo lounging under a shaded tent with a few members of the crew in the background. They looked tired but in good spirits, probably taking a well-deserved break after a long shoot.
"Hello, Miss Fara!" Sambodo greeted cheerfully, adjusting his seat. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Fara smiled nervously, choosing her words carefully. "Mr. Sambodo, I need to inform you about a development. Please don't panic … everything is under control, and I'm personally handling it."
That piqued his interest, and he leaned closer. "Go on."
